Art Piece entitled "Awakening", by Daniel B. Holeman
i want to wake up in another world sometimes to open my eyes and see things differently the cares of daily life sift through thought like autumn leaves leaving whispering reminders of summers long past voices echo in empty spaces corners of consciousness reach out for love then fall back in painful disappointment to await another day's coming
how can i live my life when my mind is constantly thinking of things and people from my past or cares and worries of the future is it possible to see clearly when the compass of my thoughts is spinning out of control when my vision is blurred by thoughts of her and wistful fantasies of what might have been or what could be if only things had gone or do go a different way
who is to tell what possibilities are to be followed which path to choose out of the myriad choices that confront me on the daily my emotions confound clarity and a moment's anger can lead to a day's worth of regret and then it's gone and another day has come another chance to move into the light and release the darkness that fell when i chose to go down the lesser path knowing full well where that road would lead me
words of wisdom stumble across my tongue tripping and falling in hopeless disarray as i try to erase the scribbled writings of a lifetime and create a new way of thinking in place of the old experience has no place in this way of looking at reality what was past must remain undeniably so what is future must be left to fate and circumstance what is now must be cherished and experienced to the fullest what is love must be loved with all of my heart
perhaps if i truly attempt to live my life in this way i will wake up to a new kind of living and my eyes will see the world with new colors unimagined and beautiful beyond my wildest imagination i yearn for this day with all of my being and know that the choice is mine to make the choice to leave behind the shadow of myself and carry forth the essence of who i am recreating myself anew with each moment regardless of what is to come
maybe then this haze of mediocrity that covers my eyes will be pierced by the glory of truth and a long and winding path of dismay will end in joyous discovery my heart swells to think of it awakening every synapse in visceral awareness of the possibilities before i return to my chosen path and dress myself in lesser garments of muted clarity
tommorrow must be different or it will not come for it will then be a repetition of today and of yesterday and all the days past the lessons that have battered my soul without remorse a daunting reminder that what is done cannot be undone but also a prescient recognition that tommorrow is a new day and that the world will be different if only i am too
What a piece, what a write, Mark! Truly an awakening! Very thought provoking and inspiring!
" ... tommorrow must be different or it will not come
for it will then be a repetition of today
and of yesterday and all the days past
the lessons that have battered my soul without remorse
a daunting reminder that what is done cannot be undone
but also a prescient recognition that
tommorrow is a new day and that the world will be different
if only i am too "
Yesterdays are an experince, a journey to a better tomorrow for me. I don't believe in regrets - just learning experiences. These experiences and many choices we have are made much easier for me with His help.
God bless,
Sandie.
Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2004
Mark, it is my first time to your site and I am speechless!
Arrrrghhh! My fingers won't keep up with my thoughts, provoked by such brilliant, honest, fantastically executed and eloquently expressed writing! This is a piece of raw wisdom carried in the chalice of transparent, frail humanity!!
Excellent write...superb piece of poetry...cheers...love n luck....BHUWAN
Reviewed by fare good (Reader)
Reviewed on November 24, 2003
Through the eyes of a master poet let thy words be herd,let the light touch a soul, let thy father be the tip of thy pen. Wisdom
shall never be silence.
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on November 24, 2003
i salute you my friend...this is soul stirring write which shall swirl within me for many days to come..naturally it goes into my library..ty
Excellent introspective quest, Mark. The recognition of lost opportunity costs with each of our decisions is awesome if we dwell on it too much. It can have a paralyzing effect. The path you chose is the right one, aim ever higher for tomorrow.
Best regards,
Leland
Yoouur poetry is Awe-inspiring!
I could not help but think of an ANSWER
to your question pposed in the poem. I
experienced it on the night of
Nov.16th,2003. I felt the love of Jesus
Christ in my heart and had accepted HIM
as my savior! Everything you said, was answered for me by the love of Jesus Christ on that night. Maybe it can happen for you too, if it has not already.(smile)
Whoa--lots of words, pensive and thought-provoking! Wow! My, The Commode of Life, is my Awakening :) but in a whole 'nother way of looking at things :)!
:)Sandy
Reviewed by Taylor Trenton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 22, 2003
I always look forward to tommorrow this is awesome. Thank you!
"who is to tell what possibilities are to be followed
which path to choose out of the myriad choices
that confront me on the daily
my emotions confound clarity
and a moment's anger can lead to a day's worth of regret
and then it's gone
and another day has come
another chance to move into the light and release the darkness
that fell when i chose to go down the lesser path
knowing full well where that road would lead me"...
... and yet, this road seems to run in a circle, or, better still, through cycles. And through each of them, we learn, and we grow. Also... don't we awaken often in another world, through poetry... art... music... and dream?... This is a masterpiece, Mark, in all its aspects and senses.
~Alexandra~
Sweeping and pensive, Mark, it seems the dilemma is not the choices, per se, but the fear of making the wrong or right ones, belaboring a mind that is kanted to forever question the would have's and could have's, the what if's and what about's, and the awareness that there is so much more unseen, a restlessness with just being and letting that confounds a deeper sense of yearning to know it all, to see in all ways, to have just a hint of how life should/could/would be if a grasp was attained. You are right, we do think much alike. If you'd like to send the first tentative start of collaborating, I'd love to expound on your thoughts! Or, perhaps I can come up with something tonight, everyone is asleep here, I've been 'looking' for something to write, one thing reading and reviewing does is give me bits and pieces to contemplate and try to assimilate into 'reason'. :) I love this piece and your turns of phrasing that make the whole so accessible to every Man!
This is what poetry is all about! A brilliant piece of work, reading it was a joy! To be so aware of all the possibillities is to be "alive"
Reviewed by Susan Sparks (Reader)
Reviewed on November 21, 2003
Mark: What the looks of this wonderful poem, it sounds like you're a person who spends a great deal of time thinking and reflecting like I do. Sounds like you have a really positive outlook on life. Sometimes we have to go through some really tough things in life; it makes us much more appreciative of the good things. EXCELLENT poem and thanks so much for sharing your thoughts.
good self analysis...you don't spare yourself...its very honest :)
love this part
words of wisdom stumble across my tongue
tripping and falling in hopeless disarray
as i try to erase the scribbled writings of a lifetime
and create a new way of thinking in place of the old
experience has no place in this way of looking at reality
what was past must remain undeniably so
what is future must be left to fate and circumstance
what is now must be cherished and experienced to the fullest
what is love must be loved with all of my heart
and how you wrapped it up!
pax
Anita
:)
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on November 21, 2003
I love the verbal scenes you paint, Mark.
They are profound, yet shadowy-delicate, like
the groove of a good alto sax on an old love song.
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on November 21, 2003
"words of wisdom stumble across my tongue
tripping and falling in hopeless disarray
as i try to erase the scribbled writings of a lifetime"
Choices..we all hope we make the right ones Mark...and yes tomorrow will be a new day and we get another chance at life...thank God for that...great writing...floria
Mark, we must be willing to change along with the world around us. If we aren't, then we will stay struggling in the same rut of yesterday. Unlike the chameleon, we sometimes have to put forth alot of extra energy to conform to the new. Good write,,I enjoyed reading this. Lisa
good write, mark; love the color choices and the words in this powerful write! (((HUGS))) and much love, your fellow texas friend, karen lynn in burleson. :D
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" ... tommorrow must be different or it will not come
for it will then be a repetition of today
and of yesterday and all the days past
the lessons that have battered my soul without remorse
a daunting reminder that what is done cannot be undone
but also a prescient recognition that
tommorrow is a new day and that the world will be different
if only i am too "
Yesterdays are an experince, a journey to a better tomorrow for me. I don't believe in regrets - just learning experiences. These experiences and many choices we have are made much easier for me with His help.
God bless,
Sandie.
Arrrrghhh! My fingers won't keep up with my thoughts, provoked by such brilliant, honest, fantastically executed and eloquently expressed writing! This is a piece of raw wisdom carried in the chalice of transparent, frail humanity!!
shall never be silence.
V.
the atmospheric quality of this poem in entralling...
Reindeer
Best regards,
Leland
I could not help but think of an ANSWER
to your question pposed in the poem. I
experienced it on the night of
Nov.16th,2003. I felt the love of Jesus
Christ in my heart and had accepted HIM
as my savior! Everything you said, was answered for me by the love of Jesus Christ on that night. Maybe it can happen for you too, if it has not already.(smile)
:)Sandy
which path to choose out of the myriad choices
that confront me on the daily
my emotions confound clarity
and a moment's anger can lead to a day's worth of regret
and then it's gone
and another day has come
another chance to move into the light and release the darkness
that fell when i chose to go down the lesser path
knowing full well where that road would lead me"...
... and yet, this road seems to run in a circle, or, better still, through cycles. And through each of them, we learn, and we grow. Also... don't we awaken often in another world, through poetry... art... music... and dream?... This is a masterpiece, Mark, in all its aspects and senses.
~Alexandra~
love this part
words of wisdom stumble across my tongue
tripping and falling in hopeless disarray
as i try to erase the scribbled writings of a lifetime
and create a new way of thinking in place of the old
experience has no place in this way of looking at reality
what was past must remain undeniably so
what is future must be left to fate and circumstance
what is now must be cherished and experienced to the fullest
what is love must be loved with all of my heart
and how you wrapped it up!
pax
Anita
:)
They are profound, yet shadowy-delicate, like
the groove of a good alto sax on an old love song.
tripping and falling in hopeless disarray
as i try to erase the scribbled writings of a lifetime"
Choices..we all hope we make the right ones Mark...and yes tomorrow will be a new day and we get another chance at life...thank God for that...great writing...floria
I'm all up in it. :o)